Her mother had been on a cleaning spree all morning. It started with a kitchen, went into the living room, and before she knew it, Delilah was opening the door to her mother, a vacuum cleaner, and more cleaning items than the girl knew what to do. That left her with two choices: help out or get out.

Delilah picked the later.

Letting out a deep sigh as she settled into one of the few over sized chairs the coffee shop had by the window, Delilah gave a weak smile. She had been in the middle of one of her own designs only to have to pack up and get out. Now, out where no one she knew was around, the girl hoped to finish it soon.

Putting down her warm latte, Delilah pulled out her sketch book and black pen. Quickly flipping the page, she went back to work on a rather heavy leather outfit she had come up with.